you step off. if you’re lucky, a dog. if you’re not, a cat lady who worries all cats are alone. you step off. every mile or so stopping to bribe your subconscious. food is an issue until it dissolves on your tongue. sex an egg that weighs lightly. here and there a job but not a single one odd.
egg shells on the floor of heaven. I am quiet but nobody listens.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
you step off. if you’re lucky, a dog. if you’re not, a cat lady who worries all cats are alone. you step off. every mile or so stopping to bribe your subconscious. food is an issue until it dissolves on your tongue. sex an egg that weighs lightly. here and there a job but not a single one odd.
egg shells on the floor of heaven. I am quiet but nobody listens.
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